He crept softly along the cobblestone road that ran through the quiet village. He was searching for the perfect disguise, the supreme costume of death. Slinking his lanky body through the streets he checked the basic shops, grocery, clothing, novelty nothing held the air that he supposed a mask to death should hold. He continued to search, slightly becoming alarmed at the quickly approaching light of day. His master had threatened him with supreme torture if he didn't show a charm that night. "Enough time!" he'd screamed. "The time is now, the stars are screaming it at me! Do you not hear it?" of course he didn't he was but the handy man, the slave to the powerful lord. Of course brash curses and names had followed the outburst. Trying to forget his verbal abuse, which in some sick twisted way he enjoyed, he continued to search. Finally as the tips of the sun's rays hit the pavement his sickly, crooked eyes rested on a small cart covered up for the night. In large letters were the words "Souvenir Shop". Walking briskly tot he stand he pulled back the cover and peered inside. Inside were small trinkets that had pictures of the town and Centra. Things such as dragons and birds and little houses engraved on each wooden or plastic charm. What better place to hide the key to the demise of then world than the most inconspicuous and novel of items. He quickly grabbed a medium sized trinket in the shape of a star. It fit nicely in the palm of his gnarled hand. He stole another glance at the ridiculous works of cheap art.
"How commercial, for such a small town," he noted to himself. Feeling the sun's burning tips on his back he grabbed a small wooden talisman and ran to his master's home to hide from the viscous sunlight. Being a born creature of the underworld did have the disadvantage of being charred by sunlight. Something he'd gladly take homage from, though he didn't understand the way that sunlight poisoned the skin of a demon. Was it not fire that ran the sun and fire that prevailed in the underworld? However he did not wish to bother with these ridiculous details to his anatomy. He had to run from it. Stealing away into the dark alley that laid between a general store and a fix-it shop, he ran to the door of his master's house. There he stumbled inside out of breath.
"DO you have it?" the lord asked in a menacing tone.
"Y…yes…I do…" the minion handed it over and quickly passed out from his over exertion. The dark lord snatched the small token and slid to his book of power. There he casted a spell.
Strange light could be seen over a thousand miles away from the one spot.
"I wonder what that freak is doing?" a passerby asked himself before vomiting promptly from the exposure.
A/N: These characters are OURS so far. But, you know which characters belong to which comapny. By the way, this fic was inspired by the character Dawn from TV's Buffy The Vampire Slayer, but we still have a few kinks to work out so it won't be a total ripoff. :)
-EQJS and Mako Thunderbird
